You were sat cross-legged on the floor, a hand gently rubbing against the cheek of a man who was supposed to be tough-as-nails and cruel and heartless. He was, just not all the time. Sometimes he broke down, and he hated himself for it.

König always came to you. Be it for comfort, advice, or just your presence alone. You had a way with words that just had him spellbound.

"You're not as bad as everyone says you are..." These were the words he needed to hear from you, right then and there.